It’s national poetry day.   I have posted this at least twice before but, for me, it is magnetic.


The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,
as if orchards were dying high in space.
Each leaf falls as if it were motioning “no.”

And tonight the heavy earth is falling
away from all other stars in the loneliness.

We’re all falling. This hand here is falling.
And look at the other one. It’s in them all.

And yet there is Someone, whose hands
infinitely calm, holding up all this falling.

Rainer Maria Rilke

and this is one I was sharing with my classes today….

A mosquito was heard to complain
 That a chemist had poisoned his brain
 The cause of his sorrow
 Was paradichloro